Page 23 of The Virgin Romance Novelist Chronicles
Shaking my head and laughing, I sent a text back to my very nosey best friend.
Rosie:Have I told you how much I hate you?
Henry:Don’t lie, love. You love me and you know it. Feel better. You have to be in top condition for swing dancing on Friday. Big date night!
Rosie:Yeah, let’s just see if I can make it through the night without clawing my vagina off from all the itching.
Henry:Your vagina actually just sent me a text. It said I should come over and rub some soothing lotion on it.
Rosie:Would that be with your dick?”
Henry:Whoa! Randy Rosie, I like it! Offer still stands if you need it. Love you, Rosie.
Rosie:Love you, Henry. Now leave me alone.
Chapter Five
The Backdoor Ball Sac
“I’m almost there. I’ll be sure to let you know how giant a Maine Coon really is,” I reassured Jenny who wanted more than anything to be working on assignment with me today.
“You know that’s not what I want to know. I want to know what it’s like working with Lance. God, he’s gorgeous. You’re so lucky.”
“Now you want the Maine Coon piece? Not my fault you turned it down,” I said while opening the door to the studio where the photo shoot would be taking place. I had to conduct an interview with a family who owned the now popular, Baboo, who was a YouTube sensation. Since no one else wanted to interview the family, I was stuck with the task. But once Jenny found out the photographer taking the pictures for the magazine was Lance, she did everything possible to “ease the burden” the article was creating for me. I didn’t believe her for a second. Even though she was with Drew, she still had a wondering eye for Lance, not that she would do anything. She was all about looking and never touching.
“I didn’t know Lance was going to be there,” she whined.
“Not my problem and don’t forget about Drew. He’s a nice guy.”Well, I know she thinks that anyway.
“Trust me, I won’t forget about Drew. Take a picture at least for me.”
“I’m not taking a picture of La—”
“Hi Rosie,” a deep male voice said from behind me.
“Oh my God, that’s him, isn’t it?” Jenny squealed like a tween in the middle of a concert.
“Got to go,” I said while hanging up. Taking a deep breath, I turned around and came face to face with Lance McCarthy.
The thick black rim of his glasses framed his deep blue eyes, and his light brown hair was styled with a little bit of gel so you could see those tiny curls of his. And that body of his?Sigh.He was drop-dead gorgeous, especially in his light blue shirt and a gray cardigan. Yes, a damn cardigan. It wasn’t very often you saw a guy who could pull off a cardigan, especially not with muscles like his.
“Um. Hi, Lance. How are you?”
“Good.” He nodded, looked around, and then met my eyes again. “You look pretty today. Are those new glasses?”
I thought of my purple glasses and nodded. “Yea, I got them a couple weeks ago.”
“They make your eyes really stand out.” I’d inherited my blue eyes from my mom, and it was probably one of the few genetic traits I was thankful for when it came to her.
“Thanks,” I said shyly.
I had only worked with Lance one other time, and I really hadn’t thought he’d noticed me since we didn’t talk much. We did our jobs and then took off, so his compliment truly surprised me.
“You ready for this?” he asked with a smirk, nodding toward the photo shoot.
“Taking pictures of a cat and asking it questions? Pretty sure I’ll never be ready for this,” I joked.
Laughing, he looked around and then leaned forward. “I’m glad you’re on set with me today. SometimesFriendly Felinessends these stage-five clingers that won’t let me take my pictures and leave.”
